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• Artiste: Riot Before (The)
• Titre: The Cheapest Cigarettes
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Two tall cans and the cheapest cigarettes to relieve An honest man and another honest day of working. It'll help him through the night; It'll help him get some sleep. Then he's up again and he's standing on the corner hoping His dirty hands can once again earn him a living. Then it's to the liquor store Another night spent on the street Then a thought occurs to me With a knot inside my throat I balance on A rope thinner than feet a thousand feet above A canyon floor with one exception; Everyone can clearly see the safety net waiting For my falling body. Look deep inside of muscles sore; there's acid eating But there's still life in spite of everything retreating Because a day of work still beats Not having any days at all. What good is pride? It never stopped a stomach aching What good are rights when all you want is to be eating? A little shelter from the rain A little comfort in the cold A stubborn thought it sickens me And I never learned a better lesson Than what I can't articulate about a smile and a sense of something better In what should be desolate and desperate Disenfranchised and disappointing and so distraught I'm a fake a fraud a phone every step I take In a broken smile, he reminded me My net is bigger than a falling body. My hands are clean but my soul is dirty